Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Italy and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Pulsallama to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Underground Resistance tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Half Japanese record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mummies,
Groovy Waters,
Brothers Johnson,
Interpol,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul Sonic Force,
Traffic Nightmare,
Carl Craig,
China Crisis,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Tubeway Army,
The Durutti Column,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pere Ubu,
Fluxion,
Neu!,
The Techniques,
Laurel Aitken,
H. Thieme,
Arthur Verocai,
Roxy Music,
Bob Dylan,
The Star Department,
Roy Ayers,
Cybotron,
Country Teasers,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Agent Orange,
New Age Steppers,
Grandmaster Flash,
Shoche,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Audionom,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Maleditus Sound,
Prince Buster,
David Bowie,
E-Dancer,
Subhumans,
Oneida,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Index,
The Real Kids,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Bad Manners,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Crash Course in Science,
La Düsseldorf,
Tears for Fears,
Dead Boys,
The New Christs,
Nirvana,
B.T. Express,
The Angels of Light,
Piero Umiliani,
Dave Gahan,
Ultimate Spinach,
Absolute Body Control,
kango's stein massive,
Ornette Coleman,
Yazoo,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.